"Bored, John!"
John cringed. He had come to hate those words, living with Sherlock Holmes. Anything could happen next, from Sherlock shooting the wall to him blowing up the street. That would be the worst case scenario, hopefully.
John needed to make Sherlock forget his boredom, and quickly.
He was running out of ideas. There were no cases available at the Yard, and he refused to play a board game. Sherlock didn't understand Cluedo, hated Monopoly, and cheated at battleships in a way only Sherlock could – by reading John.
John began to despair. There must be something that would keep Sherlock occupied!
His gaze fell upon a pack of cards on the bookshelf.
"Sherlock," he called casually over to the detective, "have you ever made a card house?"
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Twenty minutes later, Mrs Hudson came upstairs and poked her head into 221B. Things had gone suspiciously quiet upstairs, and she was worried. She heard Sherlock saying he was bored earlier, and wanted to see how John had coped.
She was surprised yet pleased to see John and Sherlock kneeling by the coffee table, deep in concentration. They had made a large tower of cards that was almost higher than they could reach. And there were no marks on her walls! Who would have thought there was a way to alleviate Sherlock's boredom?